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The afternoon had been a rush for preparations and almost everyone was nervous. It was every little girl's dream to make it to this point in their lives, and for Erica it was the near perfect wedding day of her dreams. There was a slight catch, however. Erica wasn't exactly the most loyal person, and fully dressed in her wedding gown, waiting for the procession to start, there was nothing else on her mind than getting fucked.

It was a very odd situation actually, as it would seem that almost every male that was involved in the wedding knew about her promiscuous ways, save for the man that she was going to merry. She had fought with herself all through their relationship over the past five years, but there was something about fucking a different guy almost every week behind his back that greatly turned her on. Of course there were times where she badly wanted to admit what she was doing, but she always stopped herself at the last second. Cruel as it might be, she didn't want to hurt him, he was a nice guy with good intentions.

The bride-to-be was pacing around in the small room hidden away in the church. Just outside there were guests that were talking and being concerned about her sudden spell of pausing all of the current proceedings. She had called for a close friend to come and help her out, and even though her fiance wanted to be in the room, she vehemently pushed for him to not see her yet, calling upon the old tale of it being bad luck and whatnot.

She huffed and sat on the edge of the only table that was in the middle of the small room. She was a stunningly gorgeous snow leopard, her features being key as to how she was able to garner so much attention from those of the opposite sex. Her large, floral patterned dress held tight to her fit and well maintained body. The wide skirt ended just above her knees, giving her the look of a fairy that melded well with the fantasy theme of her big day. The corset that clung tightly to her thin belly and ribs, pushed her breasts up and together, accentuating their shape and showing off her cleavage.

In all she looked perfect. Her short ebony hair had been styled just right to cover her left eye if left unchecked, and the small glass facets of her elbow length glows glittered in the meager light of the room. She crossed her stocking clad legs and dangled her feet over the floor, just waiting and thinking about everything.

There came a sudden knock at the door and the girl jumped to her feet and raced to see who it was. She opened it just a crack and peered out just enough to see a familiar canid face staring back at her. He was a bit taller by just a few inches and was clad in a very tight gold and blue tuxedo, just like the rest of the groomsmen. Her heart leaped as the two locked eyes and she swung the door open just enough to grab him by the collar and yank him inside before slamming the door shut.

Rodger stumbled into the middle of the room and braced his paws against the table before turning around and giving the girl a confused look. "What's the hold up? Everyone is waiting on you," he explained and crossed his arms over his chest. Rodger was a very fit pitbull with black fur over most of his body, save his paws and chest which were white. He and her fiance were very close, often going mountain climbing and doing parkour in their free time. His body was just as stunning as hers, though his was much less shown off due to his clothing, though he did look dashing.

"What does everyone think I'm holding things up for?" she asked and tilted her head, her dark blue eyes locked to his own golden hues. He hesitated as he found himself captured in her powerful gaze. He had to swallow and force his eyes away before he could answer.

"They just think you're really nervous is all. They think you're having second thoughts and might call off the wedding," he admitted, finding himself to be a bit nervous as she continued to stare hard at him. A tense few moments of silence developed in the room, and neither person moved. Rodger swallowed hard and cleared his throat, which seemed to be all that she needed to suddenly cross the floor to him and grab him by his jacket. The big dog blinked in confusion, but everything suddenly made sense when she pulled his face down to meet her lips.

Erica's horniness had gotten to be too much for her to handle and she needed to be satisfied by someone who wasn't her scrawny fiance. She needed a good pounding, and there was no one better to do that than the best man. The two stayed together for a long while, their tongues intertwining and their heads tilting to make the kiss deeper. Slowly, Rodger had to pull himself away and once again their gazes became locked.

"He's going to smell me on you if we keep this up," the pitbull whispered. He hadn't realized it, but his paws had come around her body and were resting on her backside. The two weren't exactly strangers to fucking behind her fiance's back, but this was an instance that was very risky.

"I don't think so, he never has before," she retorted and let her own paws fall away from his body as she took a step back. "Go out there and tell them that you need some time alone to calm me down, okay?" she asked and continued walking until she bumped against the table edge. The canine watched after her and gave a short nod, taking a moment to compose himself before he meandered back over to the door.

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